“Wait,” I say, running up to him and standing in front of the door. In a defeated voice, he says, “Move.” “No, I’m not going to let you leave like this.” “Oliana,” he says, unable to look at me. “Just let me go.” “No,” I answer again and step up to him. With my hand that’s not covering my breasts, I press against his chest. “Why don’t you talk to me?” “Because I don’t talk to anyone,” he says. “No one.” “Silas, please, you can talk—” “No, I can’t,”
